Blue Eternity

Staring at my 

own refliection

in the depths

of the 3 dimensional

mirror.

 

I'm lost in 

the icy blue 

abyss of 

my own eyes. 

 

Something lurks, 

beyond the surface

in a realm

I can't reach. 

 

Is it wretched?

Is it meager?

or weak? What  

about malvoient?

 

Of something I 

can't speak, 

in the face of 

me, I plead 

for the mystery

to be set free. 

 

My Icy Blue Eternity





Poetry by montana
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Written on 2016-05-31 at 09:08

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Kathy Lockhart
The coolness of blue, the mystery of the unknown, the layers of who we are, you display and emote through your carefully chosen words and the delicate fragility in the unfolding search of self. This is art in so many ways. :) kathy
2016-06-01


ternic2005
Very nicely done.
2016-05-31